You exercise until Emma returns home. She yawns as she approaches, flopping on to you in an extreme display of exhaustion. After a brief kiss, the two of you get dinner in the compound cafeteria. "Three days, at a church in the Inner City. I also got you this-- don't open it all the way."
[SEED's Orders for the Execution of Crusader General Hardy]. You browse through the file, shocked and surprised-- apparently SEED really doesn't like being lied to. You hand it back to Emma, who grins at your reaction. "I get you the best gifts, don't I?"
You return the smile over your [beast of burden] stew, picking at the tender braised meat and winter vegetables, stewed in red wine and heaped over freshly cooked grainmeal. There's a touch too much salt for your liking, but its filling, and tastes slightly of smokey pine resin. You drain your glass of wine, setting it on the dish table in the cafeteria. You and Emma retire to your bedroom--
You awaken in the morning to Emma tossing your underlay at you. "Hey, come on sleepy head. You got a hovercraft to catch." You grumble, rising to shower, letting the warm water wash over your skin. You feel hesitant, concerned, but duty calls, and you dress. Emma, in a state of undress, helps you put your armor on, planting a kiss on your cheek before slipping your helmet on. "You better be careful,
Phe-Phe."
You step into the hovercraft as it lifts off. The door shuts behind you and you take a seat across from the Warmachine Captain. "We're going to touch down a bit away from the front and march to it. You didn't specify what part of the front, so we're going to the closest section. We'll touch down there at the command station, march to the front. It'll probably take us about an hour after we land." You nod. "We've got a full squad here-- we couldn't take the bigger ship, though, and we still have to defend Emma and William."
An hour of peace follows, as you lounge in the smooth flying vehicle. It comes down to land in the center of the Command Camp for Region Three. Immediately, the sounds of artillery fill your ears, and you turn to the west as you step out of the craft, watching as fire blooms across a sinking quagmire of a wasteland. Las-blasts fill the air, visible in the fog and smoke that drift across the plains. You can see abominations in the distance, Insects supporting them, along with many more twisted forms you've never seen before -- but they're definitely less than an hour away. Wounded missing limbs are streaming from the front, cradling burnt stumps.
[20] An officer goes shock still when he sees you, dropping to his knees. "Lady Alphira. Our prayers are answered!" He begins to weep -- in relief when the squad of Warmachines form up on you. "Crusader Major Eric is holding the front while we retreat, we need all th-"
[1] An explosion wipes away a tent, nearby, and the officer is knocked over by the concussion as you and the Warmachines brace yourself against the blast...Bodies lie in the wreckage-- and the officer has a large chunk of metal sticking out of him that was not there before.
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [1530] 11/18/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You feel comfortable in your second skin.
Cohesion: 91%
You are satiated.
You are in peak physical shape.
On Body: Mark 15 Battle Armor (Active, Incompatible:Override)
On Body, Beneath Armor:A black and gold armored gambeson.
On Shoulders:A blood red half-cloak
Strapped across your chest: A worn shield belt. 3/5
Beneath your gorget: A blood red kevlar mesh.
Strapped to your shoulder: A heavy assault SMG, painted gold and black.500/500
In a sheath:An inscribed bone-handled, combat long knife.
In a holster: A dull, gray las-gun pistol.250/250
In a holster:An archeotech Cutter Hilt.490/500
Ankle: A knife sheath with a well-made bone-handled stiletto within. (hidden)
In belt: 5 las-gun rifle magazines.
In satchel: Ten nutrient cubes, three auto-syringes of modified 'Ballistic', five auto-syringes of 'modified' sleeping medicine, five auto-syringes of 'modified' tranquilizers, one las-gun repair kit, with extra focusing barrels and lenses, five las-gun rifle magazines, five las-gun pistol magazines
Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Apprentice
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
Inferno : Able
Healing Factor: Apprentice
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
[29.38 credits] in local currency.
Michael's Public House: [+.25 credits per month]
[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.
Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in person.
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Researching: Radio towers*
Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty-six guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by Jennifer Shatterly
--??/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--??/56 Uncertain
--4/56 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)
Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton
--56/56
*Ready for extended operations*
Servant, ? ? ?: Iyal
--A mysterious Outlander woman, branded by SEED as a debt-slave. She wishes to serve you, for a better life after an attempted mugging.
*Currently assassinating key political opponents.*
Ally, Subservient: The Pontifex
--Cowed
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders
Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover, Consort: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Currently compiling a list of SEED resources*
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-8/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-1/50 Respect
Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost
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